Rain
By raindrops
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It rained very hard last night, and I slept well for it. I lay in
bed with all the lights out,
and I listened to the rain. I could hear thousands and thousands of
raindrops falling
on the paved garden below. They sounded repetitious, pressing and loud.
The
sound coming from the roof was different. The metal surface gave it a
deeper and
more masculine rumble. It felt like a million little soldiers marching
across my roof.
And then I noticed the wave. The pitch of the rain would ease and
intensify like
movements in music. It could start soft and then pick up pace until the
pressure of
the water became thunderous. After a few seconds of relentless
onslaught, it would
give way, allowing everything to catch their breath. The roaring rain
would reduce
to a soft splatter. And then it would return once more, to rule.
In this alternating pattern of roaring violence and rhythmic softness,
I gave up my
consciousness and drifted into dreamland. I dreamt many dreams, not one
that I can
recall however. It was restful.
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